A teen’s life is nothing but an imprudent game I see no point and there is no aim The goal is who makes the bigger fame Or how many peers down the hall know your name They waste years till they know what they became The realization hurts and put them to shame Memories congratulates the ones that overcame These are the winners for they did not feel the same
Reason for writing:
I'm sick of high school popularity. The ones who really benefit after senior year are those that stayed with friends. The ones that try to be themselves unlike the "beautiful people". Ya'll please stey TRU and REAl. Thats what matters the most.
Birth sign: Aries
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by NightKissess.